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Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Wen Xuxu is a tenacious, talented, smart and brave woman who was fostered by the Yan family at the age of four when she lost both her parents. Brought up to be the successor of a huge conglomerate, Yan Rusheng is an aloof, intelligent and arrogant man who is the most sought-after bachelor in the capital city. Despite growing up together, both of them seem to treat each other as an eyesore. She labels him as a jerk and womanizer while in his eyes, she is a shrew. Over time, they fall for each other, but they continue to conceal their feelings for each other. By a twist of fate, they are forced into a marriage. And unknown to everyone else and Yan Rusheng, she has harbored a deep secret for many years… Keywords: Childhood sweetheart, Womanizer, Aloof, Soulmates, Forced marriage, Orphan, Secretary Sugary Scene: Suddenly, Wen Xuxu stretched her hand to clutch his wrist and pulled him forcefully. Yan Rusheng was caught off guard and he lost his footing. He fell on the bed and then his breathing became sluggish. Young Master Yan was afraid that he might lose control of himself and do something to Wen Xuxu... the woman he loathed. So he hastily raised his head. But he had barely moved away when Wen Xuxu stretched out her hands and put them around his neck. "Don't leave." We have a Patreon which you can support us at: https://www.patreon.com/elitedotingmarriage We have advanced chapters to offer, as well as goals to increase our weekly release rate!

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The Meaning of the Tattoo (Part Twenty Four)

Éditeur: Atlas Studios

She was still so naïve to think that she should tattoo a cat on her chest. A cat that would eat the mouse.

'Little lass, are you sure you want a tattoo on your chest?'

She still remembered that Meiduo had asked her with an enigmatic smile on her face. She even recalled how Meiduo had stolen a glance at Ming Ansheng.

Meiduo must have been laughing at her for being a fool. Ming Ansheng's tattoo of a mouse matched hers, and yet Su Yue must have been a joke to them.

Su Yue's tears fell like a string of broken pearls, and her tears soaked her bedsheets in no time.

She pressed her palm against her chest and it seemed to hurt. She had no idea if the pain was psychological.

She had accepted Ming Ansheng's past of having many women in his life. But the thought of a woman he loved dearly, who also had a matching tattoo as him was heartbreaking.

She couldn't accept it.